Crooked River Quotes

“At the rear of the courtyard, several chairs had been placed beneath a vined trellis, and it was here Pickett at last spied Special Agent Aloysius Pendergast. He was wearing a white linen suit similar to the one Pickett recalled from their meeting a fortnight or so earlier at a rooftop bar in Miami Beach. One leg was flung over the other, and beautifully made loafers of buttery leather were on his feet.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“Even the charms of paradise can pale with time.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“Angels and ministers of grace defend us,” Pendergast murmured.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“He could now see inside the sneaker. It was filled with something, a pulpy red-pink with a shard of pure white projecting up from the middle. Ward froze, his mind not quite able to process what he was staring at.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“Pendergast thought for a moment. Finally, his silvery eyes turned to her. “Failure is always useful.”

“A nice thought. But personally? I think failure sucks.” Gladstone slumped down in her chair, trying to get comfortable. After so many hours, it was difficult.

“The question failure asks is: what don’t we know that we don’t know?”

“Whoa, man,” Lam said. “That’s deep.”
― Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, Crooked River

“Are you familiar with Project MK-Ultra?”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“hmunga”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“Most people, in my experience, are a little thick. If not abundantly so.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“amanuensis”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“Then they drove away, split up a few days later, and Mr. Wilkinson established a new identity. He lay low for several years in a remote part of Utah—although I suppose ‘a remote part of Utah’ is redundant.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“She, too, had an air of discipline and precision about her, but it was at odds with her aristocratic face, mane of rich mahogany hair, brown eyes, and civilian dress. The others were kitted out in body armor, helmets, night-vision gear, and assault weaponry: all she had was a string of pearls. Who in God’s name would wear a string of pearls on a mission like this?”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“divagation.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“As they drove out of Fort Myers, taking SR 867 south, Coldmoon observed with curiosity the neighborhoods they were passing through. They were a mixture typical to Florida: some wealthy, some shabby, many in between—but all high density. It was amazing how many damn people there were in this state. In South Dakota there were stretches of highway where you could drive a hundred miles without seeing a house.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“But that’s impossible! China’s footwear revenue is nearly seventy billion dollars a year. Why, Dongguan alone has fifteen hundred factories—many of them no bigger than a restaurant.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“They smiled and shook hands, then led Pickett back up the dock and along gracefully curving paths of crushed shell, punctuated by marble benches set into the foliage, heavy with tropical flowers. They climbed a set of marble stairs, went down another pathway, climbed again. Despite the sun, it was cool under the palms, and a gentle but constant breeze stirred the flower-fragrant air. Now and then, Pickett spied buildings between the trees: alabaster marble, like every other structure. Here and there a peacock strutted across the walk, and huge parrots stared down at them from bottlebrush trees.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“Boorum & Pease”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“drug is going to end warfare as we know it.” “That’s what Alfred Nobel said when he invented dynamite.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“Alves-Vettoretto spoke. “How do you know he’s telling us the truth?” “An excellent question! You haven’t been around long enough to appreciate my methods. The fact is, we will know soon enough if Mr. Pendergast has lied or not.” Gladstone, moaning and struggling, saw Alves-Vettoretto frown in confusion. “You’re wondering how I can be so sure,” the general said. “Because he is about to witness, with his own eyes, the effects of the drug on a subject. You see—Dr. Smith already administered the H12K to Dr. Gladstone. He did that when he first inserted the IV. There’s nothing in that other needle but saline. Once Mr. Pendergast sees what happens… and knows the same will happen to him… then he will be totally forthcoming, if he has not been already.” He turned to Pendergast with a smile and checked his watch. “It takes about an hour for the drug to act on the brain. Almost forty minutes have gone by since Dr. Smith inserted the IV. That means we have another twenty until the show begins.” He gestured at the long mirror on the wall. “It can get rather messy, unfortunately, so let us retire to the observation room and watch from there.” He turned. “Ms. Alves-Vettoretto. You haven’t seen the results of the drug in action yet, have you?” She shook her head. “Then, by all means, please join us.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“imbroglio,”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“The question failure asks is: what don’t we know that we don’t know?”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“interjecting our and we into his advice,”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“meretricious”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“just adapted the process to the ocean, treating it mathematically like a sea of interacting particles and forces.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“I would prefer to work with somebody comfortable with cutting-edge tools and theories—and unlikely to discard possible results simply because they don’t follow received wisdom.”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“It’s overstated, true, but what it really means is that the tiniest change in the initial conditions of a system can snowball into gigantic effects later on. Wallace”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River

“Olive Thomas,”
― Douglas Preston, Crooked River